Summary: Christmas was coming, and Shaun was being so quiet, something that rarely happened in your group. Seems like you were going to find out why the historian's so unhappy. A belated Christmas oneshot.

Summary: As a secretary of the FBI's BAU, you got to see everything, including the famous ARI.

You always wanted to play around with the new technology, so you came up with a plan to sneak into an agent's office in order to get ahold of the ARI. Little did you know that there was a reason why agent Norman Jayden was the victim.

Summary: How long has it been since then? How long since the day you lost something that is so irreplaceable?

You wish you could go back in time, so you can change things back to the way they once were.

But, you know that's impossible...which is why you stand on the Villa Auditore's balcony, taking yourself back to the start, back to the time when you met someone...who unknowingly changed your entire life into something that was beautiful.

And every single night, you wished for freedom, but his presence, his very existence, kept it so far away, hiding it behind the loud pounding of a beating drum that gets louder and louder as time passes.

Thus you kept wishing, hoping, for someone to come save you and make it all go away.

Hell, he ran as fast as he could. The sound of your footsteps were becoming louder as you chased him, and the assassin desperately increased his speed. If someone had told him that you would turn into a dominatrix, he would've straight out laughed, but now...

He seriously hoped someone would kill him soon, just to put him out of the misery you've caused him.

First you had to surround yourself with nerds at Comic-Con for a newspaper article, where you were hit on countless times, and your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, forcing you to hitch a ride with a couple of nerds and, as fate would have it, an alien named Paul.

Could this day get any worse...?

“Hey Clive, watch this."

Paul, a classic green alien with a large head, took a red pen and drew all over the face of a sleeping, dirty-blond-haired man. The alien included a curled mustache, a pair of horns on the forehead, along with other childish doodles.